Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-05-09

Is 50 great d0 enterprise, lndl we CsiuuOt
understand it. Every hour we hear the
cIang of the sepulchral gate. The sod
must be broken. The ground must be
plOughed for resurrection harvest. Eter
nifty must be peOpled. The dust must
press our eyelids. 1T is appointed unto
all men once to die" This emigration
from time into eternity keeps three-tourths
of the families of the earth in desolatiOn.
The air is rent with farewells, and the
black tasselled vehicles of death rumble
through every street.
The body of the child that was folded
so closely to the mothers heart is put
away i'll the cold and the darkness. The
laughter freezes to the girls lip, and the
rose scatters. The boy in the harvest field
of Shunam says: MY head! my head
and they carry him home to die on the
lap OF his mother. WidOwhOod stands
with tragedies of woe struck into the pal
lOr of the cheek Orphanage cries in vain
for father and mother. oh, the grave is
cruel! With teeth of stone it clutches for
its prey. Between the closing gates of the
sepulchre, our hearts are mangled and
crushed. Is there any earthly sol
ace' None. We come TO the Obsequies,
We sit with the grief-stricken, we talk pa
thetically to their soul; but soon the OBJ
sequies have passed. the carriages have lett
us at the door, the friends who stayed for a
few days are gone, and the heart sits in
desOlation listening for the little feet that
will never again patter through the hall, or
looking for the entrance of those who will
never come again-sghing into the dark
ness-ever and anon coming across some
book or garment, or little shoe or picture
that arOuseS former association, almost
KILLING THE HEART.
Long days and nights of suffering that
wear out the spirit, and expunge the bright
lines of life, and give haggardneSs to the
face, and draw the flesh tight down over
the cheek bone, and draw dark lines under
the sunken eye, and the hand is tremu-
lOus, and the voice is husky and uncertain,
and the grief is wearing, grinding, accu
mulating eXhausting.
Now, what are such to do? Are they
merely to look up into n brazen and un-
pitying heaven? Are they to walk
blasted heath unfed OF stream, unsheltered
by Overarching tree? Has God turned us
out on the barren common To die? Oh,
no. no! no! He has not. He comes with
sympathy and kindness and love- He
understands all our grief. lie sees the
height, and the depth, and the length, and
the breadth of it. He is the only one that
can fully sympathiZe. Go and tell Jesus.
Sometimes when we have trouble we 20 to
our friends and we explain it, and they try
to Sympathize; but they do not under
stand it, They cannot understand il. But
Christ sees all over it, and all through it.
He not only counts the tears and records
the grOanS, but before the tears started,
before the groans began, Christ saw the
inmost hiding-place Of your sorrow;
and He takes it and he weighs
it, and he measures it, and
He pities it with an all-ahS0rhing pity
Bone of our bone. Flesh OF our flesh.
Heart of our heart. Sorrow of our sorrow.
As long ~ lie remembers Lazarus
grave He will stand by You in the cemetery.
As long ~ lie remembers His own heart
break, He will stand by YOU in the Iacer-
alton of your affections. When He lorgets
the foot sore way, the sleepless nights, the
weary body, the exhausted mind, the aw-
iul cross, the solemn grave, then lie will
forget yOu, but not until then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent for
our friends; but they were far away, they
could not get to us. We wrote to them:
Come right away" or telegraphed:
''Takc the next train" They came at
last, yet were great while in coming, or
perhaps were too late. But Christ is al
ways near-befOre You, behind you,
Within You. No mother ever threw
her arms around her child with such
warmth and ecstacy of affection aS Christ
has shown towards You. Close at hand
nearer than the staff upon which you lean,
nearer than the cup you put TO your lip,
nearer than the handkerchief with which
you wipe away your tears preach him
IN ever. present, all-sympathizing, COM
passionate Jesus. How can you stay away
one moment from Him with your grieis!
Go now. Go and tell Jesus.
1t is often that
OUR FRIENDS HAVE NO POWER
to relieve US. They would very much like
to do it; but they cannot discntangle our
finances, they cannot cure our sickness and
raise our dead; but glory be to God that
He to whom the disciples went has all
power in heaven and on earth, and at our
call He will balk our calamities, and, at
Just the right time, III the presence Oi an
applauding earth and resOunding heaven
will raise our dead. He will do it. lie
is mightier than Herod. He is swihcr
than the storm He is grander than
the sea. He is vaster than eternity. And
every sword of Gods omnipOtence will
leap from its scahhard, and all the resOur-
ccs of infinity be exhausted, rather than
that Gods child shall not be delivered
when he cries to Him for rescue.
Suppose your child was in trouble; how
much would you endure To get him out?
You would 90 through any hardship. You
would say: 81 don't care what it will cost.
must get him ont Of that trouble"
DO you think God is not so good father
rs you? Seeing you are in trouble, and
having all power, will he not stretch out
His arm and deliver you?
HE WILL.
lie is mighty to save. He can level the
mountain and divide the sea, and can ex-
tinguish the fire and save the soul Not
dim Of eye, not weak of arm, not feeble of
resources, hut with all eternity and the
universe at His feet Go and tell Jesus.
W III YOU lt "ll17t NCi WIN
the night-dew of the grave, ye who
cannot look up; ye whose hearts are dried
with the breath of a siroccO, in the name
of the religion of Jesus Christ, which lifts
every burden, and wipes away every tear,
and delivers every captive, and lightens
every darkness, implOre you now, 60
aud tell Jesus
A little child went with her father, a
sea captain, to sea, and when the first
storm came the little child was very much
frightened, and in the night rushed out Of
the cabin and said: Where is father?
where is father Then they told her:
Father is on deck guiding the vessel and
watching the storm" The little child
Immediately returned to her berth and
said: Its all right, for fathers on deck. "
Oh, We who are tossed and driven in this
world, up by the mountains and down by
the valleys, and at your wits end, want
you 10 know the Lord God il guiding the
ship. Your father is on deck. He will
bring you through the darkness into the
harbor. Trust in the Lord. Go and tell
Jesus. Let me say that if you do not you
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